"Oo—ow, wow!" squealed Mabel.
"What's the matter?" asked the girls, rushing into the pantry.
"Spiders and mice," said Mabel. "I just poked my head into the cupboard and a mouse jumped out. I'm all spiderwebby again, too."
"Well, there won't be any spiders by to-morrow night," said Bettie, consolingly, "or any mice either, if somebody will bring a cat. Now let's go home to supper—I'm hungry as a bear."
"Everybody remember to wear her oldest clothes," admonished Jean, "and to bring a broom."
"I'll tie the key to a string and wear it around my neck night and day," said Bettie, locking the door carefully, when the girls were outside. "Aren't we going to have a perfectly glorious summer?"
When Mr. Black, on the way to his office the next morning, met his four little friends, he did not recognise them. Jean, who was
